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Perhaps Dr. Smith was misunderstood…
Sciatica got the goat of the stowaway.
Don’t be fooled, his intentions were not good.
He’d shield himself in cowardly betray.
Courageous Will and no nonsense robot -
Dr. Smith would cower behind and scream.
This family Robinson knows what’s what.
Most of them will save the man with a scheme.
Hot-headed Don, longs to disarm the doc.
Poor Dr. Smith! Poor Dr. Zachary Smith!
His back aches. Why give his body a shock?
To dig his own grave? Kid’s missing, been with
him (in trouble). Mums, “Oh, the pain! The pain!”*
Doc briefly consults his own stethoscope,
checks his heart - he’s not completely insane.
Save face or hang himself with his own rope?
Melvania is unstoppable now.
Thanks to her faerie magic.
She intimidates the others with
her beauty and her stealth
She has conquered six armies.
They bow to her every whim
Lambo, her most loyal and ardent admirer
Keeps her safe during battle
They have found themselves back to back
Many many times. He is darling, tall and
dark, with a six-pack that matches her own.
She has many dreams about him, and they
are not for a child’s eyes.
She is considering Lambo as marriage
Material until she consults her faerie who tells her that
When she becomes wed she will lose her magic powers.
So she and Lambo fight back to back for a lifetime,
Both frustrated, but tearing it up in battle
To try and ignore their angst.
—after a remark attributed to Albert Einstein—
There are convictions hid beneath the skin
of every ordinary afternoon, whose proofs
arrive before the intellect can rise
to crown them with its late authority. Thus once
I watched a father, bearing broth upstairs,
halt midway where a child's thin coughing broke
the architecture of his practised tread;
one hand still held the bowl, the other reached
as though the stair itself required a pulse.
The soup grew cold. No ordinance was lost.
Yet something in the house had altered weight.
The mason laying stone while thinking still
of yesterday erects another wall
than he whose whole consent descends through wrist
into the waiting weight. The orchard knows
which hand arrived entire. The apple keeps
a season no inspection ever finds.
I saw two lovers at a crossing once.
The city's engines gathered in their throats;
red brake-lamps flowered beneath a lowering rain.
He bent to meet her mouth. Yet all the while
his glance kept reckonings with passing steel,
with painted lanes, with mirrors and with haste.
She smiled; perhaps she never marked the theft.
The kiss came back with less of itself in it,
like rain returning from a roof of slate.
The organist whose fingers found each chord
while counting hidden debts awakened wood,
but something left before the anthem breathed.
I know that absence. Many nights my own
guitar received obedient hands alone.
No string accused me. Still, one listening note
remained outside the music all evening,
as though the room had lent it other work.
The hawk descends with every feather sworn.
The river reaches sea without debate.
No flame consults another element.
Then something entered for which sight possessed
no elder tense.
Two candles stood apart.
Neither declined, nor leaned, nor touched the air.
Yet after they were lit, the darker one
began to cast the brighter one's shadow.
Nothing thereafter seemed to keep its name.
Years later I passed that same crossing.
Rain gathered where the traffic used to wait.
Upon the rail, one swallow settled first.
The second circled twice, then folded all
its sky into the space beside the first.
Neither of them looked anywhere else.
A worrier cannot help but stress, when put to the test; A warrior delights in trials, that allow them to give their best; A worrier has self doubt and denies God's full control; A warrior submits to God, body, mind and soul; A worrier is anxious and uncertain of the outcome; A warrior takes rest in knowing all God's will be done; A worrier may look to God when things don't go their way; A warrior consults with God each and everyday; A worrier depends on their will and determination; A warrior depends on God through Jesus Christ's salvation; A worrier resent's and allows thoughts to turn barmy; A warrior repent's backed up by heaven's army; A worrier is afraid; A warrior is fearless; Which one will you be? A prisoner of the ways of the world or a spirit that is free? - No temporary experience, in life is a guarantee; Allow God to lead your life and control your destiny.
Father In Heaven
Further searches our Father inspects us creator of all (US) our Father
Appropriate Father consulting free will giver of free souls our Father
Troubled souls evaluate comes to terms to Our Daddy God our Father
Higher moralities face in earth and in space Jesus Magistrate this world
Enlightened souls assess, address the openness of His truth our Father
Regular checkups reprimand many chance to be rebirth again our Father
Internal repress suffer; stop repent start over God love in earth and heaven
Nameless kindnesses aspire to take your souls higher above in heaven
Humble digs paced heaven our eternal home the believer rome in heaven
Emotional repress determine by our feelings spirit flung new home in heaven
Ambitious hopes intend Our heavenly Father of all and Abraham
Very souls flavor choices life or death, giver of ALL breathe in earth
Earlier moralities focus on forgiveness eternal life in heaven
Neurological consults preside choosing life over death eternal life in heaven
3/10/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
In this land we had a President teacher
So was our nice neighbour next door
A fertile ground to hold holy such a duty
An easy guess : respect was far more important
Than what we thought of compensation for labour
That renders throats dry sniffing chalk dust
Only moon will tell when will settle the chalk dust
A sunset ago, a gavel gave hope to a teacher
After a century of glittering tearful labour
Now hope of a sincere deal beckoning at the door
No doubt heavier pocket will make light his duty
Money sweetens always what is already important
In every corner of the land you find among the important
A teacher who rides to the market on a bicycle full of dust
Because he has a family to cater for besides his duty
There is no story more familiar in Kenya than a teacher’s
He accepted to teach in a classroom without a door
And to inspire under such sick conditions of labour
The teacher has earned respect through honest labour
So we must put him up there among the important
Grateful we are to defender who opened him a door
To enjoy the fruits and economy of perfumed chalkdust
To walk an inch higher and remind all: “I am a teacher”
A demonstration of honour to an age old duty
We have finally woken up to our reality of duty
To those who polish our brains through hard labour
The doctor up the street and senator have been to a teacher
The syringe makes a doctor, the chalk makes a teacher important
I hope the doctor will know it is the stress and curse of chalk dust
When a tired smart man consults him behind a closed door
Hope is high up the sky, admin keeping a policy of open door
Who are we not to encourage him in this line of duty?
With further engagements we will settle the dust
And render hopeful around country the classroom labour
We will bring to town a statue in memory of a teacher
For all sectors to know he who holds the bottom is important
Hope the momentum will not blow on our faces some other dust
And cut short the celebrations with humiliation for our teacher
What this land has achieved in this regard is far too important
Dear Dawn:
Look at the elements in the skies and make a wish before the stars die, the moon is gleaming underneath the clouds, and the rainbow is singing a courageous song, and the people are marching along.
It rests boldly on the mountains and consults daily with the horizon but the morning opens its guts and absorbs fresh air and the afternoon has buried all the fears.
Its color spreads out over the sky and the heavens bid the rain clouds goodbye and just as I thought it was over the stars woke up in the middle of the night and starts to cry.
The thunder rolls and shake the earth, the lightning flashes and lights up the heaven and a voice resonates from beneath the clouds and spoke,
“All of you get your house in order because we will be coming down there and you must prepare to meet us at the big gate; you have defy all the rules and you have kept the children away from the schools.
You have neglected your duties and you have made the universe really unhappy; you have lost your focus and place your focus on things that we don’t care about, they have used our children to cross the lines and for these reasons you have angered the divine.
The battle is getting hotter on the other side because you have stepped out of the circle of love and have join the circle of pain, it will drive you insane,.
If you don’t know what to do just consult with the universe and it will reason with you kindly and tell you what to do. Hold on a little longer and don't despair, we will see you down there,” the voice fades and the rain drizzles on the earth and cool the temperature down.
The mystery of the universe is wrapped up in the subset of the time it is hard to reveal it when two systems combine and it is different from the divine, the system originates in the belly of the beast and it is going around and many more will have to evacuate from the town, you have to clip its wing before it starts to sing.
Space X is doing its best but its frequent mission in the sky is making the universe cry, pull it together in a subset and hold it close to your breast and when thunder rolls, it will remind you that the mission has entered the earth.
You have got to create a subset and save the earth from the dry desert, the subset will make the mission work.
A means of brave confrontation
Magical and fruitful
By which patience consults arid goals impossible
Breaking every abomination
A permissive individualised decision
That bury lust so awful
Efficient and effective
Love loving act without any permission
Not done to seek attention
Amid all struggle
Presenting presents so beautiful
Witnesses shall continue to mention
Waiting for the rain in anticipation
It isn't bad being hopeful
But while in trial not successful
Roaming in sin seems a temptation
Sapphira's sacrifice is not a compulsion
Wants to be boastful
The do so deceitful
Ends her staged probation
Abraham stands in determination
Leaving all reality and not been mindful
Of the yet to know claimed blissful
And all through enjoys divine intervention
There is no confusion
Just the ache of been fearful
Makes acting weird been painful
Its end will relieve doubt stressing clarification
And your name will buy continuation
All existence shall learn how dutiful
Throughout uncertainty yet available
Making room for foes alleviation